Drumma Boy - What Up, What's Haapnin' lyrics

[Hook] Ay, what's Haapnin' All you haters, can get at me Cause I hear ya, and I'm watching But I'm serious Haters, so all I got to say is, "What up" What's haapnin' All you haters, can get at me Cause I hear ya, and am watching But I'm still here, I ain't stoppin' So what up [Verse 1] What it is bruh, What it do mane Still the man from Japan to the blue flame Still hit the door and make it rain with the loose change I bet that what he get a show, now that's a damn shame I guess that what he hatin' fo', boy you so damn lame Your click the same, a just a bunch of walkin' sh** stains Disgrace the A, you give the city such a bad name You're way back in my rear view mirror, I'm in the fast lane But still I hear ya loud and clear on your lil' song Go on get your dissing on while the king gone Your self-esteem gone, cause I'm back now Let's see if we can teach these n***as how to act now You're kissing a** then, you jumping bad now I check your a** then, I shut your a** down And I deliver front and center never back down Who get the last laugh now s**a n***a [Hook] [Verse 2] I got a front street swag and a side street hustle Center Hill, Cedar Ave. that's where I be s**a South Grand Church Street, the first with the work But we can get into commercial, if you need some, chirp me Hey, what I care 'bout who you asking saying they ain't heard of me I'm certified certainly your videos ain't hurting me I still ride with the windows rolled down All around the A-town Like it's finna go down If there was ever any questions n***as finna know now Won't retire my throne, nor surrender no crown I never bow down, and never say "bye" Ms. "To whom it may concern" and whosoever may try I'm forever west-side and the feather-weight guy Tell 'em take they best shot Go'on, get yourself high Cause I yelled "Bankhead" and you felt left out I ain't mentioned your name, is that what all this 'bout? [Hook] [Verse 3] From Summer Hill to the hills up in Hollywood A house full, getting to it, you know how we do it Yea we smoke great, and we drink good Then we ball hard, just like G's should Buy what we want, drive what we want G4 up up and away, we go, we fly where we want Haters smile like they like it when they really don't Wish they could just wish me away that what they really want "I really hate his a**", "I don't like him either" "We'll do a song together maybe then we can beat him" Somehow he must be stopped, something must be done "If we can't knock him off, let's just try him when he get caught with guns" "And if he really done, and we really won" "Any more ideas, (I got some) suggestions anyone?" "How 'bout we stay up all night, on the blog sites" "Spread, vicious lies and nasty rumors we could all write" But that's all right, let the nerds hate Cause in my face though, them words getin' ate And hatin's hard work, when I just bounce back This God work, tell all the haters I'm back! [Hook]